Knocks In the Head
Like a dull needle to the head
It scorches the veins
Violently raiding
The neck can not turn
With the kitchen above
Pain scowls
Drawing to the temples
Running to the forehead
The bridge screams
At the side of the nose
With veins throbbing
Ready to burst and bleed
Disrupted, the power source weakens
And the body now hangs
By the spine, limbs run dead
The heart beats loud
Heavy but slow
The blood rushes
At the high
You wouldn't believe;
A thin girl
With pressure that screams
Death
At any day
For as so the blood reaches
Shivering body
Useless for walks
Tightens the lungs
With airs sucked in
It's release is unlikely
Like an under weighted model
Lights to the eyes
Brighter than any
In those past days
Seem to laugh today
Blinding the sight
And causing veins to fight
Pounding through skin
The temples keep them back
With it's speed
Sound strikes the drums
Causing sights of blur
Resting away makes it worse
Veins pressed to the pillow
Throb by the weight of the head
And it's compression by the pillow
Tossing and turning does not save the pain
So the pills are taken
To make them die away
By the hour that passes
Weakness is still there
But the pain no longer exists
Only for now
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